The Beavers arrived home from their holiday to a much chillier Sylvania. All the trees had turned to beautiful shades of orange and gold, and the leaves had started to fall to the ground.
|"Everyone inside and get your woolies on!"|
All the family helped with clearing the garden of leaves. There was much to be done!
|"Where on earth is Jerome?!"|
As soon as the garden was (almost) cleared, Mrs Beaver managed to get the holiday washing done and out on the line.